(Similar, but not the same, she should be able to see what happened to Lin.)

(Okay...And I really want to throw Puck at Lin, but I'm not quite sure how yet. And also, instead of a vision, Claire is going to be dreaming. I sound really controlling...)

(Well I mean this is sorta your world so it's your job in a way to control things to an extent)

(Right, but I don't want to be too controlling, you know?)

(It's fine, when do you want her to fall asleep?)

(You're not, don't worry :3)

(How about she's sleeping right now and then we can start with the vision? And also, that's good.)

She frowns, she somehow knew she was dreaming, but she didn't know what it was about.

A twisted landscape stretched out before Claire, barren and dark, the sky a sickly yellow-grey. Mountains of rubble dominated the land: ancient computers, rusty cars, televisions, dial phones, radios, all piled into huge mounds that loomed over everything. Some pules were alight, burning with a thick, choking, smog. A hot wind howled through the wasteland, stirring dust into glittering eddies, spinning the wheel of an ancient bicycle lying on a trash heap. Scraps of aluminum, old cans, and foam cups rolled over the ground, and a sharp, coppery smell hung in the air. The trees were sickly things, bent and withered. A few bore lightbulbs and batteries that hung like glittering fruit

(Kitten, if you don't want to be pinged while Claire is dreaming just let me know)

(Yeah. Just let me know when Claire is done :3)